James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

321. Let Us Forget 4/9/2010
322. Bedouin 4/9/2010
323. As Created 4/9/2010
324. He And I 4/9/2010
325. Lullaby 4/9/2010
326. Out Of Nazareth 4/9/2010
327. My Bride That Is To Be 4/9/2010
328. A Parent Reprimanded 4/9/2010
329. A Sudden Shower 4/9/2010
330. A Noted Traveler 4/9/2010
331. Our Kind Of A Man 4/9/2010
332. Fame 4/9/2010
333. A Rough Sketch 4/9/2010
334. Nothin' To Say 4/9/2010
335. Nessmuk 4/9/2010
336. Who Santy-Claus Wuz 4/9/2010
337. Company Manners 4/9/2010
338. When She Comes Home 4/9/2010
339. How Did You Rest, Last Night? 4/9/2010
340. Father William 4/9/2010
341. Down Around The River 4/9/2010
342. The Bumblebee 12/31/2002
343. Art And Love 4/9/2010
344. A Water-Color 4/9/2010
345. A' Old Played-Out Song 4/9/2010
346. On The Sunny Side 4/9/2010
347. No Boy Knows 4/9/2010
348. Das Krist Kindel 4/9/2010
349. An Out-Worn Sappho 4/9/2010
350. Down On Wriggle Crick 4/9/2010
351. Dusk 4/9/2010
352. Dearth 4/9/2010
353. Where-Away 4/9/2010
354. Dreamer, Say 4/9/2010
355. When Evening Shadows Fall 4/9/2010
356. When De Folks Is Gone 4/9/2010
357. Old Winters On The Farm 4/9/2010
358. A New Year's Plaint 4/9/2010
359. Cousin Rufus' Story 4/9/2010
360. On The Banks O' Deer Crick 4/9/2010

Comments about James Whitcomb Riley

  • Carolyn Binkley (10/6/2005 6:47:00 PM)

    James Whitcomb Riley is by far one of my favorite poets of all time. I love his imagery, his imagination, his rhyme and rhythm. And most of all I love his sense of 'simple' and his connection to the nature in all of us. He cleverly plays with that which is real, unlike Lewis Carroll who cleverly plays with that which is not.

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Best Poem of James Whitcomb Riley

A Life-Lesson

There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,
Are things of the long ago;
But childish troubles will soon pass by. --
There! little girl; don't cry!

There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your slate, I know;
And the glad, wild ways
Of your schoolgirl days
Are things of the long ago;
But life and love will soon come by. --
There! little girl; don't cry!

There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your heart I know;
And the rainbow gleams ...

Read the full of A Life-Lesson

Orlie Wilde

A goddess, with a siren's grace,--
A sun-haired girl on a craggy place
Above a bay where fish-boats lay
Drifting about like birds of prey.

Wrought was she of a painter's dream,--
Wise only as are artists wise,
My artist-friend, Rolf Herschkelhiem,
With deep sad eyes of oversize,

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